Tag: Poetry community
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the gentle quietness of leaving
I am trying to please people I cannot see: those who remain hidden from me those who ultimately have control over me.
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a listening in white
it’s white now, as far as I can see, i’m quiet now, safety from the blinding night. There’s space now (I can move), freely up, down inward now, even left or right…
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unflicking the fuse
and so you pick your careful way throughwhat appears to be landmines or whatlooks like the outlines of ones or theirshadows on the ground around you.meanwhile you wave your super sensitivemine detector slowly in front of, behindand over you : the only magic wand you havewhile your fear its powers fading.but the landmine makers have…
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the selfie defence
Why did you want to be in a relationship? I wanted someone to make me happy.And what would they gotten in return? They would be happy making me happy.And what would you have given them in return? Silence (I already answered that).Wouldn’t you try and make them happy too? Silent Silence (See previous answer).Isn’t that…
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the heart is found in stillness
I sought you high amongst the skiesUntil the clouds interposed upon me,Their unwanted sadness, grey and cold.I sought you deep amidst the waves,Until their depths closed over me,Their unwanted sadness, blue and old.Now I stand myself still, lost now, waiting,Biding my time and guarding my hope,That within my heart’s stillness, aeons afterward, I will heal…
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the knowing
Maybe you’re afraid I’ll find you out, completely, It may be I’ll reject you totally, and whisper walk away.Or more fearfully perhaps, that I’ll choose to stay,And analyse all I’ve found about you – scientifically…as flaw found by flaw ground I start the dismantling, Shattering you into fright sized fragments,scattering those now unencumbered segments,as dust…
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the wanderer who knew the way
I seem to have been sent forth, without future provision, maps left behind unfolded, all useless now anyway.
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These last seconds
“To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.” Ulysses, Tennyson. We were once light of reflex and clear of mind, We leapt cloud ward, and swept caution aside, We were strong, certain and swiftsure. Besides — The world was ours : with all of its riches yet to find. Was there any uncertainty?…
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All I could have
i was the hopeful,You were the hoped for.Mine was the heartful,And you were the hurt full.Intrinsically.Now I watch you meander away,from me. To another ocean, another sea.And though I still am that river,Renewed before your eyes: a well spring:Albeit frozen then fed by a glacial source, I still feel my heart flow away from all…
